The blackened goddess of rebirth is extremely poisonous

Chapter 467 I Can't Hold It Anymore

She is racing against death.
Blood dripped down the arm, tick-tock--

Yan Zhuoli really wanted to ask her, don't you feel pain?

Of course he didn't ask such words, how could it not hurt.

Great perseverance!

At this moment, he admired it in his heart.

"Hurry up and hide in there." Feng Tianling pointed to the cabinet and said.

Yan Zhuoli hurried in without hesitation, "You come in quickly, too."

Feng Tianling smiled, "I've already gone in, so I'll reveal myself."

Hearing this, Yan Zhuoli's pupils dilated, "You—"

Before he finished speaking, Feng Tianling had already closed the cabinet.

She. She. She was protecting him. Why did she do this? He had been targeting her all the time.Putting pepper on her plate once landed her in the hospital.Every time I see her, I have nothing good to say.
Looking back now, saying those hurtful things to a girl was way too much.

Also, he is starting to doubt himself now, and he and Yan Yueli have prejudice against Feng Tianling.Did she really get close to his uncle on purpose?

Through these days of getting along, it was his uncle who took the initiative to find Feng Tianling every time, and Feng Tianling did not do anything wrong with his uncle.

Who is his uncle? Can his vision be bad?Will you only like a vase without connotation?
Through the gap in the cabinet, he saw Feng Tianling took off his coat and wrapped it around his bleeding arm. His face was as pale as blood. He was clearly on the brink of despair, but his face was calm and frightening.

"boom--"

There was the sound of a door being broken outside.

"boom--"

As the door was slammed again and again, Yan Zhuoli felt his heart fluctuate.

Taking out his mobile phone, Yan Zhuoli called Yan Hanming.

West Suburb Manor.

Yan Hanming was still staring at the phone. Seeing this, Mu Yan stroked his forehead speechlessly, "Young Master Yan, can you stop looking at your phone like looking at your wife? It's only been a few days, when you bear it, Not seeing each other every day is like three autumns, Feng Tianling will definitely take the initiative to throw herself into your arms."

Yan Hanming ignored Mu Yan and continued to stare at the phone.

Hopeless.

Mu Yan began to regret it. Speaking of it, it was because of him from the beginning, what he said to Yan Hanming that if a person falls in love with him, he must love her, pet her, and give her everything.
Yan Shao is really Yan Shao. He pursues perfection in everything he does. This painful pet is absolutely nothing to say.

Looking at it like this, it is different from being stupefied.

Just when Mu Yan was feeling emotional, the phone rang.

Yan Hanming answered the phone reflexively at the first moment, but after clicking on the connection, he realized that it was Yan Zhuoli calling, not Feng Tianling.

His face was dark, with obvious disappointment on his face.

"Hey, hello, uncle—"

Yan Zhuoli's voice came from the phone.

Yan Hanming didn't think it was Feng Tianling calling, so he didn't even bother to take the phone, so he directly switched on the speakerphone and leaned on the sofa.

"Ah."

"Uncle!" Yan Zhuoli yelled anxiously, "Come on us, we...we are surrounded by people from the White Tiger Gang."

Yan Hanming frowned, "Where is it? I'll send someone over."

"We have an abandoned factory on Riverside Road."

"Bang—" The sound of breaking the door became louder and louder.

"Uncle! Come here quickly. Feng Tianling suffered a gunshot wound, and she is almost unable to hold on!!"

After the words fell, Yan Hanming stood up abruptly, with a tense expression and a dangerous aura on his face.

Mu Yan was almost scared to death by Yan Hanming's appearance.

He tried to reduce his sense of existence as much as possible, just now he was the one who had been persuading Yan Hanming not to look for her, and this happened, how could he be so unlucky.

With a loud bang, the door of the factory was knocked open.

"Start the video." Yan Hanming's icy voice was freezing.

(End of this chapter)